Class Mascot

Nate never gave a darn about stuffed animals as a smaller child. He went through a phase in his 3's and 4s where he moderately attached himself to a toy or two, but mostly I think it was about bedtime drama and stalling. But I tell you what, send a stuffed toy home from school with the kid and you'd think the President of the United States were coming to visit (uh hum, well, maybe not Prez himself as in this house he is referred to as President Poopyhead; perhaps if Slash from Guns and Roses were coming over...)
Today Nate had the privilege of bringing home Casey the class bear. Casey comes with a bag and a journal and we get to document every tiny thing he does. Reading the journal is like the who's who of fun and interesting kids/parenting. Fortunately, we only have Casey for 1 night and he goes back to the next eagerly awaiting kindergartner tomorrow. Last year Nate's class had Barkley the dog - and Barkley after a time had clothes, toys, food and had been practically across the country by the end of the year. I think Barkley went on more vacations than I have in the past 5 years.
None the less, we drug Casey joined us for popsicles, a trip to visit Grandpa Stew at the cemetery and on a bike ride with Nate. We stayed up late working on the ever important journal. Tomorrow is a big day...the Casey download, 1st show and tell, 1st hot lunch and earn a ticket for a Free Dress Friday.

In other news, Ian stopped crying at drop off! Yay Ian! He was happy to join his class yesterday with no tears. AND, at pick up he was thrilled to report having done Head Shoulders Knees and Toes at lightning speed in music class. The campfires at home continue.